The ancient poems about the Lantern Festival are as follows:

1. "The full moon and the early spring breeze on the peach branches"

Song Dynasty: Li Chizheng

The spring breeze is early on the small peach branches, and I am trying on thin clothes for the first time.

Every year is fun, the lights are shining, and the moon is full. ?

The flute and drum are forbidden in the street, the night is always cold and light, and the delicate hands are heavy.

At the end of the night, people dispersed, thousands of people laughed and the sound could be heard on the curtains.

Translation:

The spring breeze is gentle, Xiao Tao points to the branches, takes off the heavy winter clothes and puts on the new year's clothes.

The happiest thing every year is: the place where gorgeous lights compete with each other, and people and moon reunite.

The imperial street is filled with flutes and drums, and the cold air spreads everywhere during the long night. I reunite with the beauty I love and roam hand in hand.

As night falls, the tourists gradually disperse, and thousands of households are filled with laughter and laughter behind the curtains.

2. "Lantern Festival"

Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin

If there is a lamp but no moon, it will not entertain people. If there is a moon but no lamp, it is not spring.

When spring arrives in the world, people are like jade, and when the lamp is burning, the moon is like silver.

The streets are full of pearls and emeralds, and the village girls are dancing and playing and singing with the gods.

How can we spend this good time without showing off our beauty and opening our mouths to smile?

Translation:

On such a night, if there are only bright lights and no bright moon, it will be impossible to enjoy it. On such a night, if there is only a bright moon and no bright lights, There is no hope for spring.

Spring comes to the world with light steps, beauties are like flowers and jade, lanterns burn with joyful smiles under the moon, and the moon is like water and silver.

The streets are filled with jewels and emeralds shining brightly. They are village girls on spring outings. Their singing voices are loud and their pipes are melodious. They are the young men who are worshiping the God of Saishe.

If you don’t have fun and laugh, how can you deserve such an auspicious day?